“Well, the boys in the juvenile detention center never saw it coming—probably because I was a blonde-haired, blue-eyed white woman leading the Gospel Club.”
“When I started talking about the high, when it feels like traffic is just whooshing by your face and you’re in a supersonic wind tunnel, that got their attention.”
“Once they leaned in, so did I—real close—and I’d tell them, the Holy Spirit is so much better.”
She dissolves into laughter, still pleased with her old tricks.
“Of course it helped that I had been married to an African-American man. We were both using at the time, but his mother led me to Christ.”
“I left him a few times, and we got divorced once—also remarried—then there was a particularly bad time when I was more or less held captive. His family was watching me, knowing I’d bolt.”
“The day came when he finally left the pick-up truck and went out. That was an answer to prayer. Hallelujah, he left the keys and the truck. I dumped clothes on the seat and ran.”
“I saw his brother at an intersection on my way across town and I knew they’d be after me—but there are two on-ramps. Again, PRAISE THE LORD, they must’ve chosen the wrong one.”
“I headed out West to California and that’s when I received my calling. The window just kind of misted up and I saw the word: ‘MISSIONS’. I wouldn’t tell most people that, but you get it.”
We had bonded in a counseling class, when she reported working through troubles similar to mine.
I was nearly doubled over with laughter when she talked about being sent to the psychiatrist repeatedly.
I knew I had found a friend.
“It was truly a blessing to work with orphans in that country because I had had five miscarriages in my thirties. I wanted nothing more than to have a child but… Consequences.”
“I had an abortion in my twenties, made plenty of unsafe sexual decisions, and then the drugs…”
“Interesting thing, though. Isaiah 54 keeps coming back to me: ‘Enlarge the place of your tent, stretch your tent curtains wide, do not hold back; lengthen your cords, strengthen your stakes.’”
“‘More are the children of the desolate woman than of her who has a husband’,” I responded.
She nodded sagely.
“God brought us together for a reason. I know I keep saying that, but it’s true. I really believe it.”
So did I. I leaned in for the laugh and found out she was totally a Titus 2 woman.
– The Uh-Oh Oreos